She pauses to give Badira a soft, gentle pat and a greeting before she climbs up:]
Hello, Badira...
[Her coloring is certainly unusual, but Flayn is at ease around wyverns. It's a simple enough matter to get up and settled; it's not like this is the first time she's ridden a wyvern with someone. Not by far. Seteth had...
...her eyes sting with the threat of tears at that thought, and she ducks her head, taking a deep breath. She can't think about that right now. Crying isn't going to change the reality of their situations. It won't fix anything, and if she's being honest, it won't even make her feel better. It will just make her feel even more strung-out.
She's already cried enough tonight, anyway.
She turns a little to watch the scenery as they take to the air. The view of this land is breathtaking - as they get higher, she can see more and more of it. The forests, and mountains, and rivers are all beautiful. Fódlan is Fódlan, no matter who rules it; the people who live there are the same. They all deserve a chance to live. Will they have a better life under the Empire's rule, without any influence from the Church, she wonders?
She wants to commit as much of this sight to memory of possible. She'd never been able to see as much of Fódlan as she would have liked, and now she's leaving it behind.]
Farwell. [Her voice comes out in a whisper.] Stay well...
[...she can only hope the people of Fódlan will be safe. They probably will be. It's not safe for her or for Seteth, but Edelgard has no grudge against those who do not bear Crests.
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She pauses to give Badira a soft, gentle pat and a greeting before she climbs up:]
Hello, Badira...
[Her coloring is certainly unusual, but Flayn is at ease around wyverns. It's a simple enough matter to get up and settled; it's not like this is the first time she's ridden a wyvern with someone. Not by far. Seteth had...
...her eyes sting with the threat of tears at that thought, and she ducks her head, taking a deep breath. She can't think about that right now. Crying isn't going to change the reality of their situations. It won't fix anything, and if she's being honest, it won't even make her feel better. It will just make her feel even more strung-out.
She's already cried enough tonight, anyway.
She turns a little to watch the scenery as they take to the air. The view of this land is breathtaking - as they get higher, she can see more and more of it. The forests, and mountains, and rivers are all beautiful. Fódlan is Fódlan, no matter who rules it; the people who live there are the same. They all deserve a chance to live. Will they have a better life under the Empire's rule, without any influence from the Church, she wonders?
She wants to commit as much of this sight to memory of possible. She'd never been able to see as much of Fódlan as she would have liked, and now she's leaving it behind.]
Farwell. [Her voice comes out in a whisper.] Stay well...
[...she can only hope the people of Fódlan will be safe. They probably will be. It's not safe for her or for Seteth, but Edelgard has no grudge against those who do not bear Crests.
They'll be fine, won't they? They have to be.]